Scripts of the Universe of S1:E3 12th minute 24th second
Undoing Gods’ sentence to be alone lies in The Code. So says the tales of the ancient.
In times to come, a sign will show in the sky. It shall appear over lands where men and women once feared more the Gods’ sentences to be alone, than man’s sentence to death. The enlightened of the world shall see the sign in the cloud. Their minds shall meet in the cloud and become as one mind. One mind that will find and share secrets of the Universe. The sign will lead to wisdom and ancient treasures of the Universe shall be revealed in Gaia’s world.
Treasures that will restore light and balance in all of Gaia’s world. With the treasures and their collective wisdom, the enlightened shall release the people from darkness and once again restore balance in Gaia’s world.
Von Humboldt, September 14th, 1799
Chapter 1: Tom’s Curse
Tom was 13 years old at the time. He was the tall, slim, physically strong, and fast. He loved to compete in any physical discipline. And school stuff had always been easy to him.But Tom had a hard time in school. He had protruding jaws and a scar under his eye from a deep cut he got from a fall into broken glass at the age of 3. It gave him a look that made him look almost scary to some people. Tom felt he was ugly. In the first years in school he had been very popular amongst the teachers because of his intelligence and extraordinary reading and math skills, and from early age he had been strong and stood up against any kid, that tried to bully the weaker kids.But things had changed. He was not like the others, and never felt he belonged. He never fell into the playing with the other kids, although he deeply desired to be a part of it. Just like all the others.He had tried, but he always outran the others, he was the best in football and he was always the cleverest in hiding games. Instead of winning respect and friends, he felt their envy, and he felt how they tried to keep him at a distance. Keeping him out of their circles. It had gotten really bad over the last year.Tom’s deepest desire had become to just be like everybody else. To be included in their circles. He wanted it so much, that he tried everything. He made his essays filled with faults and let others win on purpose in competitions. He tried everything, but only to realize, that everything got worse.At a point in time about a year ago, the popular boys started to group against him, and bullied him in many ways. His school books often disappeared, and his bike went missing. He knew that telling teachers and parents would only make it worse, so he said nothing, other than “I must have forgotten it somewhere, I don’t know”. He was of course now being blamed also by teachers and his parents, and his two brothers just seemed to enjoy him being blamed for his forgetfulness.One day, a group of five had provoked him into fighting with sticks outside of school hours on his way home. At first, they pretended they wanted to include him in a game, but soon he realized, that they had bad intentions. He had his own stick but said he didn’t want to fight and threw it. They had circled around him, and poked him with their stick. He had felt as the bull in an arena, that they wanted to provoke to try to go at them, so he would get the blame for a fight they knew they would win. Now with him not having a stick to defend himself, they had told him to put his face into a cow’s shit to show his respect of them.Tom held his anger back and did what they said. But they had hit him anyway. He had not said a word as they hit him. At first not hard, but then harder and harder, as if they encouraged and challenged each other to be the one who dared hurt him the most.In the beginning he had tried to get up and roll away but gave up and just laid still. They had kept hitting him hard and with no mercy, until he had turned his face up against them and removed his hands showing his bloody face. They had stopped and been silent for a moment, but then hit him a few times more, before they had left laughing and yelling invective words of both him and his family.That day he had come limping home with severe bruises on his arms, legs, back and blood running from bruises in his face.But it was not the physical pain that hurt Tom the most. What really hurt was a single word. “Why”. It kept ringing in his ears. “Why are they so mean?” “I have never done them anything, so Why?”. Sometimes he screamed it loud into the forest on his way home from school. “Why?, Why? Why? If someone is there, then tell me Why?” he shouted, and looking up and around, as if he expected that a voice from heaven or from one of the threes would start talking. Nobody responded. Tom felt his intelligence and physical strength was a curse.
Chapter 2: Tom’s family
Tom had never told his mom and dad about his problems in school, neither did he this day. His clothes were dirty and stinking from cow shit, blood was running from bruises in his face and he had severe bruises on his legs and arms. “I climbed a tree and feel” he had said that day to his mother. She had yelled angrily at him, telling him he deserved it, when he did such stupid things. But afterwards she had lovingly nursed his wounds and bruises. In the evening, she sat for a long time after Tom had pretended to have fallen asleep, lovingly holding his hand, and caressing his hair. Tom felt she cried silently.Tom’s father had come in after his mother had left. He was authoritative and strict, but Tom knew that it was only a shell over the most loving and wise father in the world. He had sat down by Tom’s bed, and with a very low voice he had said “You know I know, that you are not asleep. You also know I know, what really happened. None of this is your fault, but there’s nothing anyone can do about right now. It will come one day. You are being wise and doing good. Thank you for not worrying your mom”.Tom’s father walked silently out. Tom still pretended to be asleep.The next day, Tom got up. It hurt to get up, but he was OK. But he did not want to go to school, but asked his mom if he could spend the day with Knut and the horses. His dad had first hardly said, that if he was not ill enough to stay in bed, he should go to school. He had looked at Tom with an invisible crooked smile in his eyes, that only Tom could see. Tom’s mom had defended Tom and argued to his father to let him to take a day off. Tom’s dad had said “OK then”, this time with a blink to Tom. Tom admired and loved his father. He was tough, but he always tried to be fair. Sometimes, he seemed to be able to read Tom’s mind. Tom knew he would do anything to protect him, but he didn’t treat Tom as a child, as his mother sometimes did. He made Tom feel as a man. Sometimes, Tom felt that his father absorbed his pain and despair and replaced it with confidence and courage.
Chapter 3: The school forest dream
After Tom’s brothers had left, Tom’s dad looked at Tom. “Tom, you fell from the top of a tallest tree in the forest yesterday, right?”. Tom felt uncomfortable. He knew that his father knew his lie. “Are you angry with that tree? Do you feel you want to hurt the tree back for having hurt you?” he now asked in a warm voice.In Tom’s mind he relived Jason and the boys humiliating and beating him yesterday. He felt anger and hatred. He didn’t look up as he nodded.“Tom, people are like trees in the forest. We all want to be in the forest, and being the tallest tree in a forest is not always easy”.Tom looked up now. He knew his father was not on a path to blame him now.“Tom. You may find the secret wisdom of the forest in the tallest tree. But be careful, the tallest tree in a forest can feel threatened by anyone trying to enter its forest.”It was as if Tom’s dad entered Toms mind. He suddenly saw all the students in the school as trees in a forest. He also saw a tree standing all by itself outside the forest. It was taller and wider than any tree in the school forest. Suddenly it opened its eyes and started walking towards the school forest, smiling, as if it expected a warm welcome.But as he looked at the school forest again, he could see the tall tree pointing at it, and some of the smaller trees looked with fear at it as it approached. Then he heard a deep voice coming from the tallest tree. “You are not like the rest of us – you are not welcome here”, it said. Some of the smaller trees started to form a circle around the tallest tree, with their branches forming an impenetrable wall of pointy branches.“But I mean no harm, I only want friends” the deep voice of the lonely tree said. “Go away”. The voice came again, now as one voice from the trees circling the tall tree.Tom now saw the lonely tree try to shrink into a smaller tree that did not look dangerous to the trees in the forest. But as it shrunk, he saw it appear with stunted branches like an enchanted and even more scary tree. More and more of the trees in the school forest gathered in the circle around the tall tree with fear in their faces. “Go away”, they all said, and stood closer together, for each step the lonely awkward scary looking tree took towards them.Suddenly Tom saw his own face on the tall tree in the School forest, and Jason’s face on the lonely tree. A feeling of sympathy with the lonely tree arose in his mind, calling for him to walk out to the lonely tree and let it into the school forest. But at the same time a feeling of fear arose. A fear, that if he walked out to help the lonely tree, someone else would take his place, and not let him get back in again. Or even worse, he could risk the lonely tree would take his place and tell him to leave. He suddenly felt the pain of Jason’s humiliation yesterday and felt the fear of that happening again.The lonely tree had now come very close, and he felt the smallest trees seek protection under his branches. The feeling of sympathy had been pushed away by reliving his fear of Jason’s humiliation, and now also came a strange and delightful feeling of power. Power to protect, but also power to hurt. “Let’s chase this monster away once and for all”, he heard himself say, as he took a step forward. 4 trees followed him, and within short they were beating and poking the lonely tree in an unfair one against five battle, until the lonely tree wounded and silently crying walked away.For a short moment, he felt terrible, but as he turned around and heard the cheering of the crowd in the school forest, the delightful feeling of power returned. The trees were yelling. “That creature got what he deserved”. “He was a monster”. “Thank God for saving us from that Daemon”.Tom sensed how his feeling of guilt started to fade. The feeling of having done something terrible wrong faded with the yelling from the other trees. If all had seen an evil tree, then who was he to say it was not an evil tree. In spite, that he knew the tree only was a lonely tree seeking friends in the forest, his mind somehow turned that lonely tree into a monster. It made him immune to feel pain and guilt of having been evil to it. Quite the contrary, a good feeling of having protected all the trees in the school grew in him, amplified by the applause he got from his deed. He was suddenly convinced he had done a heroic deed, not a terrible deed.Suddenly one of the trees pointed at a tree that had not taken part in the circle and starting to yell. “I saw him try to help the monster to get into the school forest” it yelled, while pointing its branches at the tree.With no hesitation, all trees immediately turned pointy branches at the faceless tree, as if it was a great treat. They started beating it and chasing it out of the school forest. Tom saw the faceless tree but felt no sympathy or empathetic pain. He just watched and smiled applaudingly, as the other trees chased the faceless tree out of the school forest.Leaving the forest, beaten and wounded, Tom suddenly felt a freezing cold feeling down his spine. At distance from the school forest, the tree suddenly changed form into a horse. The horse turned around and stood still for a while, looking with sad warm eyes at all the trees in the school. When it finally looked at Tom, he felt a terrible pain in his heart and looked down in deep painful shame. Everybody had silenced and looked down. The horse pranced and whined. Then it turned around and galloped away. Ragnar, I’m sorry… Tom whispered in his dream.
Chapter 4: The secret wisdom of the forest
“Tom… Tom…”. Tom heard his father’s voice as if it came from another world. Then he suddenly woke up. He had heard himself painfully crying “Ragnar come back. Forgive me” over and over, as he was shaking and hyperventilating. His father who had been shaking him and holding him from falling of the chair, now just repeatedly saying “shhhhh, easy, easy. We’re here. You’re safe. You are not evil. Ragnar is here too.” Tom slowly stopped shaking and slowly got his breath back and stopped crying. Nobody said anything for a while.“Tom, we better be more careful in the future. I guess you found some of the answers you sought, and not all pleasant” Tom’s father said with sad eyes, as if he knew what Tom had experienced in his trance.Tom looked with the saddest eyes his father had ever seen and nodded as they slowly walked over to the sofa and laid down. They were both silent for a while and Tom’s breath slowly got back to normal, before he spoke again.“Yes Dad, I found the wisdom of the forest. And you’re right, it was not pleasant. It was terrible and evil”. Tom’s voice was no more than a loud whispering, and it was more as if he spoke to himself than to his father.“Maybe Tom, the wisdom is in reality good, if you turn it upside-down” his father commented with low voice. “Can you try to tell me what you experienced?”Tom sighed and started. His father listened in silence until he finished. When he told about Ragnar, Tom started crying again. They laid silent for a while after he finished.“Dad, I became evil. It was not even hard to make me evil. I feel so ashamed. We were all so easily turned evil. I think now, that every human being has evil hearts. If that is the wisdom of the forest, how can that then be good?” Toms voice was filled with pain and despair.“Tom you are right, that part of the secret is, that all human beings can be made evil in their hearts. But do you only know evil people?” Toms dad turned his head and looked with a warm smile directly into Toms eyes.“No dad, but…” Toms dad interrupted. “If there exists good people, then maybe all human beings can also be made good in their hearts, right?”Tom went thoughtfully silent a long time before he spoke. He spoke slowly, carefully thinking each word.“Dad, it was fear, that called the evil in people’s hearts. And I saw how other people in appearance can invoke fear. And how even just a word of blame can invoke fear and evil heartedness, no matter if there is something to fear or not. We can get evil if we just THINK something or someone will us evil.”Tom paused. His father didn’t say anything before Tom continued again.“But when I saw it was Ragnar I immediately knew it was a false. We all did. We all felt shame immediately, because we realized we had fooled ourselves to THINK, that the kindest horse on earth would us evil. We all wanted to apologize and ask Ragnar to forgive us. We wanted to undo our evil”. Tom paused a moment again. Then suddenly he turned around, put his hands on his fathers shoulder’s and looked him straight in his eyes.“Dad, when Ragnar showed himself, it was as if a daemon left my heart. A daemon left everybody’s hearts. Ragnar called the good in everybody’s hearts and chased the dark evil away. Ragnar is the secret of the forests!” Tom almost yelled now. He jumped up from the sofa, as if he had completely forgotten his wounds and the pain. While he grabbed his boots and jacket, he kept talking fast and now shouting to his father. “Dad, Jason is not evil and neither is any of the other boys. They are just humans with human instinctive fear for other humans and for being alone, just like you, me and everybody else. We can all become evil in our hearts. But Ragnar can chase the evil in hearts away. Ragnar will tell me what to do”Tom’s dad didn’t get a chance to say a word. He just heard the door slam as Tom ran out and up towards Knut’s stables.Tom’s mom had been silent during it all. She looked at Tom’s dad with worry in her eyes. “Now I believe you. He really is one of them, isn’t he.” She said, before she started quietly crying. Tom’s dad held her, kissing her gently over her eyes. “Yes my dear. Yes he is” he said with a whispering voice, while looking at the bench that he had hidden the ancient scroll in. “Yes he is”, he said again whispering, with tears appearing in the corner of his eyes.
Chapter 5: Tom’s promise to Niels
Tom had a smile on his face, although he again felt the pain from his bruises. He ran limping but fast over towards Knut to spend the day with Ragnar and the other horses. They were beautiful, tall shining black horses. Ragnar had always been his favourite. He loved to be with them all and helping Knut in the stables. Sometimes he felt as if Ragnar and the other horses spoke back to him in a language he didn’t understand, but somehow understood anyway. They made him feel calm. It was as if they made the anger and despair in him disappear.He thought of the day when his best friend Niels had suddenly turned against him and joined Jason’s “crew” as Tom called them. It was Niels who had thrown his math book in the lake. It had hurt his feelings so badly that he had turned all his anger towards Niels for everything. He had also yelled blame at Niels for a great deal Niels had nothing to do with. He had been filled with anger and vengeance and it was as if he had blamed Niels for all his sufferings. That day, his father had forcibly pulled him across the field and told him to do his job in the stables. Now he knew why. Ragnar had calmed him down, although the nagging feeling of hatred to Niels hadn’t quite disappeared that day.But now, he suddenly realized, that Niels had only done it because of fear of the other boys, not because they had become his friends. Tom could almost feel Niels’ own suffering and how he, in his heart, was still lonely and almost desperately wanted to apologize and be Tom’s friend again.“Niels, I forgive you everything you have done and will do of evil. I know you are good in heart. I promise you, we shall soon be best friends again.” he spoke aloud and smiling, as he was limping over the field.But then suddenly he stopped, and his face turned speculative. He stood for a while with closed eyes. “How?” he spoke it out loud with an almost hissing voice. “Is there any other way than to fight Jason? Will I then not myself plant evil in my own heart? And will that evil not hurt myself terribly?”Tom stood thoughtfully for a while, before he slowly started limping up towards Knut’s stables again.
Chapter 6: Ancient Viking Secrets Part one
Tom was looking down, still thinking about his dilemma. “How can I keep my promise to Niels, without fighting Jason with evil?” he said with a low voice to himself, as he entered Knut’s stables.“Hey, my little Viking, it looks like you been in a battle” Knut said when Tom came limping into the stables and Knut saw his bruises. Tom nodded but didn’t say anything. Knut had looked at him with a special look in his face, as if he knew everything, but he didn’t ask any questions. Tom looked at Ragnar, thinking of his dream about the forest, as if he expected Ragnar would start talking. Nothing happened.“Do you want to know a secret ancient wisdom of the Vikings?” Knut had said. Tom had nodded his head again, still looking at Ragnar. As Knut pulled “Ragnar” out of the stables he said “Come on, let’s go outside”Tom willingly followed. Ragnar only briefly snuffed Tom’s hand, before he ran off, galloping out on the field. Tom looked at him with a somewhat disappointed face. “You look speculative Tom, maybe searching for answers. do you want to know a secret ancient wisdom of the Vikings?”, Knut asked again.Tom suddenly got a feeling, that Knut had something very important to tell him. Something that would answer his dilemma.He lifted his head. “Yes”, he said and nodded again, this time with his full attention at Knut.They sat down on the stones at the bonfire place. Tom looked at Knut and it was as if Knut had turned into a Viking. He had taken a stick in his hand and leaned over a piece of wood from a broken box, as if it was a shield. Tom also picked up a stick and while Knut started speaking, he took another piece from the broken box and leaned on it, just as Knut. He imagined them as being two Vikings.“Well Tom. You know the Vikings believed in Valhalla. right?” Tom nodded. “You also know, that Vikings believed they went to Valhalla if the died in battle?” Tom nodded again. “Do you know what they did in Valhalla?”. Tom didn’t say anything. It was as if he was in Valhalla. He just listened.Knut continued while lightning the bonfire. “The warriors who reached Valhalla lived, what they considered the happiest life they could imagine. They threw themselves into bloody battles everyday After battling they feasted with unlimited amounts of flesh and beer. Those wounded or killed in the battles, revived and wounds healed before the evenings feasts began.”Tom was looking into the flames, and it was as if he suddenly was on the battlefield in Valhalla.*** The Valhalla Dream ***Everywhere there were Vikings fighting. Dead and wounded Vikings laid on the ground around him. Two Vikings were in a fierce man-to-man fight in front of him. One was much bigger than the other. The bigger had the overtake and swung his sword with big force again and again on the shield of the smaller, who held his shield over his head. The smaller seemed exhausted and his shield was almost only half. It seemed clear, that the fight was coming to an end, with the big Viking winning. Tom held his breath and almost closed his eyes, expecting the sword to fling right through the shield and hit smaller Vikings with a deadly wound.But suddenly the smaller Viking moved his shield and made a quick turn on one knee while putting his shield to the ground to avoid falling. The sword cut a small wound in the smaller Viking’s shoulder, but the move got the bigger Viking to lose balance, leaving him bend over with his neck unprotected. Before he regained balance, the smaller Viking landed a precise swung of his sword, separating the bigger Vikings head from his shoulders.Tom gasped, as he saw the head roll and jump to land just in front of him, but at the same time he heard the sound of a horn. Suddenly all Vikings stopped fighting, and smiles turned their fiercely looking faces into friendly faces. Many hogged those they had just been fighting as best friends and started walking with arms around the neck of each other up towards the giant hall in loud friendly talks and laughter. The smaller Viking came towards Tom. Tom held his breath, but the Viking didn’t notice him. He picked up the severed head and walked back to put it on the shoulders of the bigger Viking he had just slain. Immediately the big Viking opened his eyes, and the smaller Viking helped him on his feet. All their wounds had magically disappeared. From being fierce enemies a moment ago, they suddenly appeared as smiling friendly faced best friends.“You slayed me with great wisdom today Hjaldir. You gave me wisdom of a new clever move I now know I must be careful to avoid to keep my head on my shoulders in my next fight” the bigger Viking said with a laugh. He continued with a expression of formality and respect in his face and voice “I honour and respect your fair and clever fight and hope you find me worthy to challenge you for a fight again tomorrow?”Hjaldir laughed. “You have slain me now for forty days in a row since I slayed you last time, Erik, everyday accepting my challenge for the next day. You seem to be one of very few here who has the strength and cleverness to slay me and enrich me with wisdom in the Battlefield. Of course I will accept your challenge.” They both laughed and walked of together up to the giant hall.******Tom felt a gentle push in his back. He turned around, and suddenly he was back at the bonfire again. It was Ragnar. Tom smiled and caressed its mule.Knut had the bonfire fully going now. He turned at Tom. “Tom, one part of the ancient secret wisdom of the Vikings is actually very simple, yet it is the exact opposite of what most people think. The secret is, that the one who lose in a battle, is in reality the winner. In Valhalla even if you get killed, but here on earth, of course, not if you get killed in the battle”.Knut smiled at Tom. “Does that make sense?”Tom was still halfway in Valhalla in his mind, but heard what Knut said. He spoke out loud to himself, still caressing Ragnar’s mule.“The one who loses, is the one who wins, the one who loses is the one who wins”. He repeated it thoughtfully, now looking into the flames again. “Yes. I think it makes sense. I lost yesterday, but I did not lose. I won wisdom. I now know what they may do again. I’m wiser now, and with cleverness, I can win next time. Or next time again after that.”Knut had silently opened the door to the shed behind him and taken out two wooden swords and two toy shields.”If my cleverness is not good enough and I lose again, I will just get even wiser. I can keep losing and everytime I will get wiser compared to my opponents. Until one day, I’m wiser than them, and I will win. Yes, it makes sense”.Tom looked up from the flames with an excited face, and realized Knut stood there, handing him a sword and a shield. He grabbed it and took fighting position.“So will you accept my challenge to fight, honorable young warrior?” Knut said. “Yes, you bet I will”, Tom said cheerfully. Tom jumped around, as if the pain from his bruises once again had disappeared.Soon they were in a fierce fight and the horses started galloping around in front of them on the field.Knut had pushed Tom with the shield, and now lifted his sword to slay his shield. But rather than lifting the shield for protection, Tom got down on one knee, put his shield to the ground and as Knut’s sword passed his shoulder with less than an inch, he spun around, before landing a pretty hard slay to Knut’s knee under his shield.“Auuch”. Knut jumped away on one leg, holding his hand to his knee. Tom stopped, looking at Knut, who started laughing.“Well done, young warrior. It seems that today it was you who won” he said, now bending down with a hand to his knee. But I wasn’t killed, so it was actually me who won because I got wiser for our next battle” he continued. They both laughed.Knut supported himself on Tom’s shoulder, as they went back to the bonfire.“OK Tom” Knut said, now with a more serious voice. “Now you know one part of the ancient Viking secret. Very few knows that sometimes the Vikings went in battle to deliberately lose, just to gain wisdom. But there is more to the secret”Tom looked at Knut. “What?”“Do you fear physical pain?” Knut asked, as he took up his knife from it’s holster. “Yes, everybody does” Tom said with a somewhat shivering voice, as he saw a drip of blood where Knut was now slowly cutting in his own hand.“Everybody will always fear pain” Knut started, looking straight into Tom’s eyes, while he was still cutting his hand. “Your body and your subconscious mind will instinctively avoid pain…” The blood was now dripping from Knut’s hand, but there was not any trace of pain in Knut’s voice. “But you can teach your conscious mind to replace the emotion of fear and the sensation of physical pain with a sensation of excitement”. Knut took the knife away from his hand and folded his hand. Blood was slowly dripping from it. He looked straight into the eyes of Tom, as he held the knife in the other hand in over the flames.Tom shivered a little, as he took the knife and slowly put the peak to his own hand. He met Knut’s glace and kept looking straight into his eyes as he slowly started to cut his own hand. He felt the pain but didn’t blink and kept going. He didn’t feel the first drip of blood appear, and the sensation of pain didn’t feel like pain. It was like Knut’s eyes had hypnotized him and absorbed the pain, turning it into a tickling somehow pleasant sensation, that spread to all of his body. Time felt to stand still, until he lifted the knife and folded his hand like Knut. He still looked straight into Knut’s eyes.Slowly, almost as if was in slow motion, Tom held the knife in the other hand in over the flames, to hand it back to Knut. Knut slowly took it, and for a moment they just sat there looking at each other.“Cooffee is readiiii…” It was Kurt’s wife. It was as if her voice interrupted a sacred moment and brought Knut and Tom back to reality. “Coooming in just a minute”, Knut yelled back.“I don’t need to tell a bright young man like you, why a warrior who had no fear of being killed, and neither had fear of pain, was a terrible opponent” Knut said. Tom was looking at the wound in his hand, but he did not feel any pain from it. Only that shivering kind of exiting feeling in his entire body. “No”, he said without looking up. “I know what you mean”.Tom was thinking of the pain from the hits yesterday, and how the feeling of pain had kind of disappeared after a while, even though they had kept hitting him.“But Tom”, Knut’s voice was very serious now. “There is pain that can be far worse than physical pain, and I think you know that pain. Emotional pain. A pain that does not exist in your body, but only in your mind. Am I right that you know and sometimes feel that pain?”Tom knew immediately what Knut meant. The feeling of being alone. He nodded as he thought of yesterday and of the day Niels had betrayed him. For a moment he relived a pain he had felt when his parents had blamed him for forgetting where he had left his bike.He had wanted to scream at them, about the truth, but he had just gone into his room and stayed there for the rest of the day, crying into the pillow behind a locked door until he had fallen asleep. “Yes, I know it very well” Tom said with a silent painful voice. “Sometimes I wish I could challenge people to sword fight to death, like in Viking times” he added looking up at Knut with a sad smile.“I know that feeling too, Tom, believe me. But although times have changed, and todays only legal weapons are words, there is still very much we can learn from ancient Viking secrets. Actually, their wisdom is even stronger in today’s world of word fight, than they were back in those barbaric days.”Tom looked up “How is that? Words don’t give physical pain and words don’t kill like Viking swords?“No, exactly Tom” Knut was making sure Tom listened carefully before he continued. “That is why the third part of the ancient Viking secret is the most important secret. It is a warrior secret that is so powerful, that only few was ever told, because it could be very dangerous in the hands of evil hearted people”.Tom had almost stopped breathing. A short “What…” skipped his lips, as he kept his eyes fixed at Knut, waiting for him to continue.”Tom, I cannot tell you. I have made an oat to not tell anyone and even if I would, I’m not sure I could. But now you know two parts of this ancient powerful secret of the Vikings. You will feel more pain on your path of life than most, but if you stay wise and you don’t let evil into your heart, one day something bigger than me will lead you to the third wisdom.”Tom looked disappointed at Knut. “Knut, how will I know?””Tom, the ancient tales says that when the Symbol is turned upside down, Nightfall will appear and guide you on a path of light to ancient secrets and treasures.” Knut said. “That is all I know as of now” he said. As he stood up walked up towards the house, he shouted back at Tom, still sitting at the bonfire “The Universe have many secrets and answers my friend. Spend some time with Ragnar. Maybe he can help you better than me”.Tom looked at Ragnar’s eyes. He was still caressing his mule. As Knut disappeared he put his nose to Ragnar’s mule. “Ragnar, what sign shall I look for to find the path of light to ancient secrets and treasures?” He pressed his forehead softly against Ragnar’s mule. Ragnar suddenly stamped 6 times with his right leg into the ground.”What?”, Tom looked at Ragnar in disbelief. Ragnar stamped six times again, as if to say, that 6 was the sign he should look for.Tom suddenly remembered the scroll his grandfather showed him on his five years birthday long time ago.He didn’t remember it all, only something about, that one day a sign should show in the sky, and something about meeting in the cloud and find secrets and treasures of the Universe.